Rick Lewis, June 22, 2014
Rick Lewis, June 22, 2014
Coffee and You
one lovely morning warm smile,fresh air light talks, day dreaming. A toast of love, a scent of aroma soothing in my membrane creamy and sweet, a perfect moment indeed.
Aiyah de Torres
by Gaby Comprés
it is like a spring shower,
refreshing and renewing,
making everything bloom.
it is like a river,
bringing life to a dead land.
it is like the stars in the sky,
it is like a summer breeze,
rushed and unexpected.
it means hope.
a second chance.
You call it second nature,
i call it grace.
Maya Angelou, April 4, 1928 – May 28, 2014
Thank you for your contributions to our society and a life well-lived.
“Still I Rise”
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
Hope and Love
Essentials for Life
Mother’s two Hands
Langston Hughes was an American poet, social activist, novelist, playwright, short story writer, and columnist. He was one of the earliest innovators of the then-new literary art form jazz poetry.
On Civil Rights
“I, too, sing America.
I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen
When company comes,
But I laugh,
And eat well,
And grow strong.
I’ll be at the table
When company comes.
Say to me,
“Eat in the kitchen,”
They’ll see how beautiful I am
And be ashamed—
I, too, am America.”
Doing Time In a Coffee Shop
Thirty five years ago I met a man in the coffee shop. He told me that he had been coming here for thirty five years. I smiled at him and said really? That was my first time. Thirty five years later I am still here in the coffee shop. Today I spoke to a young man. I told him I had been coming here for thirty five years. He smiled at me and said really? This was his first time.
- David Byrne
Before us now the edge of the earth,
below us the nearly endless cold.
Around us nothing but shimmering
the miles of empty and sparkling blue.
For a few hours, the sail fills on
toward infinity. Shadows of
our delicate bodies ebb and flow
across the deck of our delicate boat.
What if the beautiful days, the good
and pacific temperate moments,
weren’t just lovely, but everything?
What if I could let it fall away
in the wake, that ache to extract
meaning from vastness?
Let this suffice; the ease of thinking
it all goes on, whether we’re here
to see it or not. The splashing waves,
the suntipped gulls arcing across
the radiant world.
—Kirsten Dierking, “Sailing on Lake Superior” (via Writer’s Almanac)
The warm and inviting ocean breezes
Lift my spirit above the waters
And the memories of sunsets and peacefulness
Bring a taste of something fine
Rick, March 9, 2014
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